Trippin’ On Me

Lyrics

[Intro-Skooly] Yeah, I'm trippin' on em They trippin' on me I'm trippin' on em [Verse 1-Skooly] Oh Its dead people in my basement Get out of line, meet the people in my basement I'm from where they dyin', and you won't find a way to make it I'm involved with the Haitians, my neighbor's a racist 600 [?] benz, watch em hop out 600 dolls, fine friends, watch em cock out They say I be puttin in too much work and I won't clock out In the classroom knocked out, making bitches drop out [Bridge-Skooly] Yeah, I'm trippin' on em They trippin' on me I'm sippin' on em Them bitches licking on me [Hook-Skooly] Louis shoe strings got me trippin' on em And if them niggas trippin' we gone lift up on em And if them bitches fine get to clippin on em My styrofoam dirty, I'm sippin' on it And it ain't hard to tell that we flexing on em And shit get hard as hell when the techs up on em Even when I'm by myself don't trip up on em That four-fifth is on em [Verse 2-Skooly] Boy you gotta, put your eyes on your mouth and nigga watch what you say This shit I'm sipping got me tripping, leaned until the next day (Let's go, yeah) And it take a lot to get this fly, a lotta weed to get this high Raise my hand and touch the sky (I'm flexin, grrrrr) No muscles, I'm a rapper, slash hustler Like the hair on your head my nigga I'm so above ya (We on top) These niggas underpaid and still overrated While us, we overpaid, and still underrated They hate it [Hook-Skooly] Louis shoe strings got me trippin' on em And if them niggas trippin' we gone lift up on em And if them bitches fine get to clippin on em My styrofoam dirty, I'm sippin' on it And it ain't hard to tell that we flexing on em And shit get hard as hell when the techs up on em Even when I'm by myself don't trip up on em That four-fifth is on em [Verse 3-Juicy J] I got big knots, these niggas tripping Ciga' and a double cup, I'm smoking and I'm sipping Money out the ass, you get money out the ass (They shaking) Bitch I'm still spending money from the past (oooh) Balling like I'm Nash, on they ass like a rash And I'm staying with the heat, you can call me Flash Give me a cigar, bitch you smoking trash Bitches throwing ass, cutting up like a gash Clean cup (mhmm) but its really dirty (mhmm) Dope boy change (ching ching). It cost a birdy They watching me, my life went Louis It runs in my family, guy, call me Stewie [Hook-Skooly] Louis shoe strings got me trippin' on em And if them niggas trippin' we gone lift up on em And if them bitches fine get to clippin on em My styrofoam dirty, I'm sippin' on it And it ain't hard to tell that we flexing on em And shit get hard as hell when the techs up on em Even when I'm by myself don't trip up on em That four-fifth is on em, we trippin' on em